I purchased a box of arborio rice so long ago I don't even remember when it was. I know I was mesmerized by the thought of making my own risotto for years after watching it being made on all of the cooking competition shows. It intimidated me so. I mean Gordon has been screaming at his blue and red chefs for years about making it ALL WRONG...so how could I possibly swing it?!? I was even given a cookbook dedicated JUST to risotto years ago that has sat unstained and clean with neglect. You know the recipes that I love by how dirty the pages are. A few weeks ago I came home to the smell of pure heaven. Seems a pot of chicken stock had been made complete with herbs, veggies and spices. Immediately, I thought of planning ahead a bit and I busted out one of my latest cookbooks for some recipe ideas. There it was a again taunting me...risotto. I froze some in containers complete with a page number to a recipe that would guide me through the steps. Someday.... when I was brave enough...in a good enough place...feeling bold.
Wednesday, August 8th was that day. I lined up my ingredients, put on music that made me happy, cleared the space of distractions and dug right in. It was effortless. Seamless. Fun. It was also one delicious bowl of creamy goodness. The best part? My new Weight Watchers book smiled at me as I stirred the heaven. A girl can battle a fear, keep to her points and have a bowl of yummy all at one time!
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